XV 
WHEN THE WORLD IS AN APPLE 
ORCHARD IN FULL FRUIT 
HERE are things too sweet to tell about. 
This apple orchard in full fruit is one of 
them. The plague of lovely things is that 
while the observer of them is well aware he cannot 
tell the loveliness he sees, this very incapacity digs 
rowels in his side to drive him on to attempt 
what himself in conscience knows through all 
his fineness and deepness he cannot do. If I 
here bestir me to attempt what I should not 
attempt but shall attempt and know my inability 
to achieve, the fault is not mine: it is the fault 
of the apple orchard in full fruit. 
Another where have I dipped my pen in apple- 
blossom perfume to inscribe a prose lyric to an 
apple orchard in full bloom. With whatever of 
insagacity and incapacity I performed that feat, 
I did it with a sky-wide and sky-high sincerity. 
I wanted to catch the perfume of that paradise 
and swing it in an earthen censer till thousands 
of hearts should have wafted across their winter 
world with the blowing trumpets of winter winds 
apple fragrance to inundate their hearts with 
springtime. 
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